Chapter Twenty-One
Robin blew down Tonawanda Street like demons from hell chased. Naked except for a dark green blanket draped over her shoulders, bloody stick pins punctured much of her body, and a pornographic picture with JASON KNOWS, THEY ALL KNOW printed on the back, made returning to the land of the living worse than being dead. “Keck,” screamed her subconscious, “blackmail?”
Thank God the van start key remained in the ignition. Had she been unconscious a long time? The sun was just a shadow in the sky. She had not checked in with her Master. And how Claude had gotten the picture was a mystery.
At Harvard Street, she spun the wheel. At Central, she ignored the stoplight and screeched around the last corner to her home in a daze. Where is Randy, she wondered, gone forever? Was he i
